This poem is about my source
Tw/cw: Murderous intentions (not mine), implied violence, source trauma
Ray of fucking sunshine (B side)
I am not a bitter person
(I still think about how
He was never there
She could’ve killed me
He wanted to kill me
—and tried to
He did kill me
—multiple times
And about how
He lied
And he left
But even so)
I am not a bitter person